My Ball's

She's play's with my ball's,ever so soft,she drain's them in the room,she empty's them in a loft,my ball's just tingle,screaming with joy,finally good owner,you got us a toy,my ball's are alway's bouncing,to the left,and to the right,it's my belief that my big ball's,should be held every night.Just play with my ball's at any rate,i don't mind,and neither do they,for they are thankful,for the action they see,yes they get sad,when one friend leave's,but he's back in the morning,oh my precious seed's,they are my ball's,their dear to me,just pull down my pant's,and you too will see,they are my friend's,cause they are my ball's.